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Here’s the beautiful candlelight vigil that happened in Waterfront Park last night. I almost didn’t go. I learned about it yesterday morning, and my internal conflict started immediately. Here’s a glimpse of what it’s like up in Crazy Town, otherwise… Continue Reading →

For the past year or so, every conversation I had with my friend Susan Shaffer started something like this: “Hey, Margaret… when are you coming paddle boarding with me?” “Soon, I hope. I really want to, but…” This is my… Continue Reading →

For this issue, I had planned to write about A Lowcountry Heart, the wondrous new collection of essays by the late Pat Conroy. (After almost six months, that phrase still looks outrageous to me in print. “The late Pat Conroy.”… Continue Reading →

I wrote this essay 5 years ago, for the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I still mean every word of it… ### Last Saturday night, I was sitting with some friends on our second-story office porch overlooking Waterfront Park. The air was… Continue Reading →

I wade into this column with trepidation. There’s something beautiful I want to share with you, but I’ll have to walk through a field of landmines to get to my point. Along the way, I’ll be discussing things like race… Continue Reading →

Have I mentioned that I like birds? Yes, that was sarcasm. And unlike Donald Trump, I understand the meaning of the word. I’m well aware I’ve written about birds here. Ad nauseam. (Your nauseam, not mine. I could go on… Continue Reading →

Before sunup last Thursday morning, I dragged my creaky self, in my creaky station wagon, over to the Lowe’s parking lot to fetch my daughter. She’d been bussed back to Beaufort overnight with 80 local teenagers who’d just spent the… Continue Reading →

Recently, I was lying in bed at 3:40 am – never a great time to be awake – thinking about the column I had to write later that day. When you’ve been penning columns for 15 years, like me, you… Continue Reading →

In the days immediately following Pat Conroy’s death, I couldn’t write a word. It happened on a Friday night, and by Saturday morning there were already long, comprehensive tributes appearing in publications as nearby as the Beaufort Gazette, as far-flung… Continue Reading →

My name is Margaret Evans.

I’m a writer and editor by trade. My husband Jeff and I publish a newsweekly in Beaufort, SC, “America’s Happiest Seaside Town,” where I also work as editorial assistant to novelist Pat Conroy. We have one daughter, Amelia, who has just become a teenager. We love her anyway.